God Shall Be My Hope,

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief? O Sweet My Mother, Cast Me Not Away! Delay This Marriage For A Month, A Week, Or If You Do Not, Make The Bridal Bed In That Dim Monument Where Tybalt Lies.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.